I tend to always say how I never blog anymore. Truth is, I don't have much Internet access. And, when I do, I tend to research Arsenal news and then sign off.

The pastor of Richmond's First Baptist Church recently blogged about me! It's kinda cool to read words about you from somebody else. I thought it was neat at least!

Some day very soon I'll start blogging everyday again. However, today is just not that day. I have packing to do, friends to meet up with, and Arsenal stats to go back over so I can prepare for the Portsmouth game.


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Ryan's Corner!




This is my humble abode. Notice the small pictures of Liz and I hanging out on the window sill. It may not seem like much, but it has already been worthy of the title "home". I love my new place!
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Inhabitants & Ireland

So, while it seems a great idea to peddle the streets of Richmond and spoon one of the many willing homeless in Monroe Park, my great friend and fellow brother of Christ, Ryan Gibbons has assumed the position of Good Samaritan. While it is his and his wife's house, a second round of kudos goes out to my friend Pony for clearing out a nice chunk of space to plop a mattress, footlocker, and crate of goodies.

I love it here. The ambiance of the place is one like family. Already I have walked in on my friends reading the Word 5 times! This is going to be a great encouragement. It may sound odd, but I tend to stray from talking about Christ to my fellow brothers and sisters, because I always feel like I don't need to. It's an awesome feeling somehow knowing that prayer in the Gibbon's household comes first and foremost. I believe that God has placed me here to learn this lesson. If I set my household this way, nothing can stop God's glory from coming in.

The sociological aspect is astounding. Ryan G. acts as a form of alpha male that loves each of the rest of us. So far, I have been awakened to him plopping on me full-on, sat on in the shotgun seat of a car, & placed in a diabetic coma via-massive amounts of ice cream.

I finished "A Star Called Henry" last night. The plot is well written; it almost has a form of real-life instead of some grandiose journey. I enjoyed that. But the aspect of the book that latched me on to it was the sheer vibrancy of the characters. None of them, not even Henry Smart himself, were overbearing or unbelievable. This helps the reader to suspend his disbelief even more and enjoy whats going on in the lines. The last hundred pages or so flew by so quickly. It was a perfect combination:

-descriptions like Steinbeck (but in a 1st person narrative)
-dialogue like Hemingway (short, realistic, with no "_" marks)
-Irish like Joyce

Life is great.

I can't stop thinking about how close I am to marrying the woman who makes m heart complete. We're nuts for each other and that makes my heart soar. I miss you Lizzie-doo.

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